Volunteering for the Olympics

A YEAR ago, when I filled in my application form to be a volunteer for the Olympic Games, I had hopes of offering my cheerfulness and comic relief to some frustrated visitors trying to find their way around Athens' maze of puzzling roads and lanes. It is no joke trying to decipher Greek street signs even in English. They are almost unpronounceable. 

Months later, I received a letter requesting me for a preliminary interview for volunteers. However, it came at a wrong time. I was working part-time at a school of foreign languages (so, if you came across a Greek speaking English with a Malaysian accent, that person would probably be an ex-student of mine.)